Life is honey, but the thickening in it is through the throat.

Dembel Vrdalakov

Five of our dembels, actively and very ingeniously fought with boredom and longing for the Motherland, so - we are younger boys, tried to stay away from their fun attractions, because the roles in these fun were distributed very uniformly. Either you are a target in the tires, or the bullet itself, and if you are not lucky at all, then you are a prize, a plush rabbit...
Nothing can be done about it, it is a natural phenomenon.
Dembele should simply be experienced as penetrating radiation or a journey with a child on the morning of January 1.

But these behaved somewhat excessively ugly, even for people who served 730 days.

On that day, Dembele loved the car park.
At first, they were riding in the body of the Ural and announced the stops: "Our fast train arrives in the city of the Mines (Voronež, Kuibyshev, Machachkala, Leningrad, etc.) The parking is eternal!
Then they threw grenades on the Germans (the grenades served as a shrapnel, and the Germans - pigeons and some of us, those who were fooled on the road "tank"

and smoke.
In the fleet, suddenly came a fresh "plush rabbit" - an artist from the club and brought a combat sheet.
Dumbledore revered, shouted and said:
- Rabbit... thief, fighter, help to adjust the empty turns.
I do not know.
You just turn the bullet and that’s all.

In front of the bumper for some reason placed two deficient matts from the gym. Usually, the guides sleep on them all day under the cars, only instead of a blanket, covered with a huge hook key and when the passing officer pins the sleeping climbing boots, the legs without a pause start to squeeze -... ZARJAVELA! I need to cut the tooth...Who is there?

The artist, trying not to step on the matte, got on the bumper and carefully swung his head into the open mouth of the Ural. Rarely found one of the dumbels, handed a screwdriver and showed what pimpocha to spin on his team.
Dembel jumped into the cabin, launched the engine, and the artist with a screwdriver drove from under the cap in the form of a bkva "L" and waited.

The focus was all in the pipe, and not so much in it, as in its location. If you reach it, the ear will be just opposite the air signal.
And of course he swallowed...
The soldier rattled like a doll and flew from the car down his head. Mothers were useful here.
Dembele was happy.
But suddenly, through the general laughter, heard a friend of the rotting Gogoths, and from the shadow of the palm came Zorro in the position of a combridge.
Colonel Yershov was a just man, but so fierce, that it would be more correct to say, justly angry.
Even the deliberately faithful dembles instantly turned into conscientious soldiers waiting for any command of the commander.
Combrig got up and smiled and said:
The old man pleased the old man. A good joke. The soldier must be able to work well and have fun joking. It is right. Well, how funny he was flying, I almost died...
Dembele walked carefully, and Combridge continued smiling:
Especially well done with Matthew. If they weren’t, then you would all rot on the hauptwacht and resign from there in the last batch. They are so nice, they wore...
Dembele got a little strained, and the Colonel added:
It’s time to get rid of you, or you’re running out of trouble here.
Dumbledore joyfully cried out: – Thank you Comrade Colonel! We are now!
The Combridge:
Okay, let’s start today, but not all and not immediately. In ten minutes of building on a square near the barracks, the shape of clothes is any.
Then he spoke to the artist with a thick ear:
- And you, guy, bring me a piece of meal from the club.
The artist did not hear a word and asked loudly:
– A to? Comrade Colonel What!? to
Bring to Mel.
– and?! to
and Mel!! to
The frightened poor man could still not read the commands of the combridge on his lips.
The colonel grabbed the soldier in the head and said:
No need, go to rest.

Ten minutes later, the dembel in joyful excitement was already built on the square.
A combridge approached, a field binoculars talked to him on his neck, and a piece of mole was white in his hand.
The Colonel:
Who of you has watched the movie? Everybody was watching? The good guys. Then here you have a melt, draw a three-meter circle around this mushroom.

The fungus was an old, never working syrene, of asphalt color, it served only to hide smokers.

The Combridge:
And now, comrades Uppiri and Wurdalaq, we will play with you in one very interesting and fun game called "Dembel Wurdalaq". Get inside the circle. The good guys.
So, you are five here, the rules are simple – I shake my hand – the game has begun. Whoever leaves the circle first will be fired in the New Year. Who is second, one, a week earlier and so on... and who will stay inside the circle the longest, he will go home today... There are questions?

Dembele met and worried – “Today?” “How is it today?” “Now is evening.”
The Combridge:
Does anyone doubt my word?
Not at all!
Do they all agree to play? Don’t worry, it’s not long...

All agreed.
We were the rest of the squad, the combridge sent meters to a hundred, to the sporting town. I left myself.
Then he shouted with a terrible voice: “Ready!!!? to
He pushed his hand toward the headquarters.
Suddenly it turned out that the old, iron mushroom could even be very...
The voice stood like a hundred meters, it was unbearable to hear, even the sweat palms on the ears did not especially help - the voice did not strike the ears, but the whole person.
Laboratory traits and wardalacks were thrown into the crumbling circle as sparkly, jumping out of one of the games by pressing their ears.
Combridge looked in the binoculars, smiled and bended his fingers.
The last two were surprisingly long. They wanted to go home today.
Although “long”, the concept is relative. Everything, from the beginning to the end, lasted two and a half minutes, no longer.
When the verse sounded, the sad victor so and so remained in the circle, he sat on a mushroom as a fascist on his broken rifle.
Within an hour, he dressed a parade and, without saying goodbye to anyone, left the CPC.
The rest of the dumbels splashed overwhelmingly, all day round, some quiet, aged and broken.
Wherever their courage and courage went...
Each week they fell out one, unnoticed, like the teeth of a crazy old man, until in the New Year, the last one fell out.

Do you see millionaires walking around the field? This is not necessarily golf, maybe it is the Russian football team.

The line:
What happens if we turn on the lights at super-light speed?
by vol70:
I think you can fuck somewhere.
The line:
Thus e. Is the lights off safer?

Grandpa, but I am too early to go out.
Married to!! to
Actually, it is an hour.

I have a cat Severus.
We have a cat Nashman and a hamster hamster.)
The original)
zzz: эх you, no fantasy... My aunt has goldfish, three pieces. They are called the poor, the Kilka, the Moiva and the Taranka.

From the Dating Site:
We are looking for an outlet. Without any charges!!! to

Oh, where is there...

Today my wife accused me that it doesn’t matter what dress she was getting married in her dream... 8 years married, 4 years old daughter. Are we and these creatures representatives of the same civilization?

Commentary on the video as a passing man slaps his ass out of the car window:
1: Do not do that. I just cut off my hand, and she had a huge bleach. I’ve been married for seven years, and she reminds me of all that.
2:there was a case, only on the plane, I slowly descend, I see the girl standing, pulled her hand out of the window and slapped her ass, and still hit a pillar on the touch. Karoche has a girl's hip fracture, but we've been married for 87 years, and she reminds me of that case. Do not do so! I was just so cool and she married me. She just gets married to everyone who trolls her out of the window on the pop.
I work in the subway, and when I come to the station of all the girls so by the ass and so at every stop.
4:I work as a driver on the Formula 1 track, I drive somehow ~400km / h, I look at the beauty stands, well, in general I licked her..and what do you think? She is still married, though she still walks with my hand in my ass.

Y is
Why did he?? to
M is
At that moment it was so good that I decided to let everything go its way.
You probably didn’t expect such a turn of events.
Y is
I say, I did not understand what happened.
I have swallowed it! 😉
M is
Protein is never harmful to the body.
Y is
Go to NAFIG!
You explained nothing to me.
M is
What had I to say?)
Y is
Say something. What "you ate breakfast today"

xxx thank you!
YYY: Just thank you?
Okay, take off your pants :)
Yyy: Oh, in childhood, with these words began punishment, and now reward.

emploi-kun: only two guys in a Hawaiian shirt came to the award of the diploma.

Me and the Dean.

“The transition from one task to another has been faster than ever,” said the updated Firefox and hanged the system for a minute.

We work from 9 to 19 and without lunch.
Half an hour before the closing, we are already quietly gathered, we climb. And here at 18-30 Sisadmin enters and says, “Good Morning.”

From the Corporate Forum:
The End of the World in the Toilet
There was a disco in the toilet for a couple of days (the light blinked hypnotically, with a gradual fading), and now it was not at all. To light a pipe is scary, there is a phobia to plunge it into a jellyfish.

Dear management, take action, the team began to walk around the office with some tortured persons, which reflected a feeling of fear, discomfort and disorder. It is a nightmare.

The manager called and asked for urgent information. And this is to call a few numbers, write down everything, systematize and call again... I sit, feverishly perform the CIA. After 15 minutes, the door opens and the boss goes from the threshold:
Q: Do you know?
(I): * I raise my eyes from the papers and on the machine*: - Yes, Imiarek Imiarekovich. It is you.
A: You are stupid! Do you know the meeting information?

Time for vacation. It is :)

from ZH:

They were looking for Chupacabras. With villas and torch. At night at the cemetery, a kilometer from the village. Dan dressed a zombie mask in the form of a joke of humor. Pulled and pulled with his hands. He got the puzzles - the keeper of humor did not appreciate and spoke mat so loudly that Chupacabra was supposed to die of horror. Then they drank with the bodyguard and talked about Chupacabra. Very surprised. '' Goat, do you say, sausage? No, I do not believe. We’ve got that electricity to do... Well fuck it can...''
Cryptozoology did not survive in the village.

Sons (6 years and 3 years old) play in the room (on the eve of the DR younger)
Tomorrow is your birthday and you will go to level 4.

If in the USSR they fought with illiteracy, then in our time they fight with talent.

[10:51:03 AM] Natalie: When will these fools know that you are a treasure?
[10:51:30 AM] Yuri Yuryevich: I hope before the treasure is buried in the ground :D